Foom! Pine needles thrash me with its limb of snow Foom! Again Foom! and I look up from my jogging, from eyes down against the drifting flakes The elegantly dressed forest standing still — a white stag — blinks at me content to be finally seen
Category: Poems
Poem
Fall for Snow
Id take a fall for snow
Color Theory
Truth on paper what a mess Me, Othello, longing black and white in real life I'm colored
Beckoned
Out of some undefined desperation foot after foot to the little pond for some kind of respite The bright blue sky weakens overhead Despondent to perceive the giant cloud looming I turn back watching my shadow disappear before me A bright bloom of light taps me on my shoulders turns me around The sun peeks through beckons me join it in its descent into darkness saying, “wait” Entering into the cloud like God seating himself on His throne And the beautiful charcoal of the proud only serves to contrast so much wild brightness its fringes lit in white fire Fixed eyes remain peeled to take in such piercing radiance Now knowing I never stare straight into the pure, generous incendiary sun Only in such special tainted moments can I witness glory with my unabashed human vestiges Thunderstruck, I gape at its brazenness as it proceeds through a feathery chaos irradiating every wisp Light on light on light wafting and pulsating My jaw drops and I softly exhale a silent joy In perceiving the blue sky revealed as a dazzling, ethereal, secret green sea And gaze in wonderment at the world flipped in a wink into some vast oceanic kingdom As off in the distance some cute puffs cheekily sport ruddy pink
I Knew Him, Once
scurrying about “I’m Lost,” he said He tripped field to field countryside to countryside galaxy to galaxy “Here I am: lost,” he said There a garden grows
Blowing Upon Your Lake
I blow upon your pinwheel soul The cattails bunch and swoon gently, easy The lone sailor upon your vast lake delights in his full sail The clouds hurry across the sky The mountaintops receive the lightest touch of icy precipitation Meanwhile, the fish swim, pondering your depths, undisturbed
Numinous Twilight
Black forest creek churning neath your roots encircling me with your lofty reach toward the heavens the lavender cloth of the universe revealing your tender touch the high–vaulted ceiling of your branches wreathed in the fairy–lights of the cosmos
Instincts
Upon the advice of the sage Who under–valued himself I followed my instincts to my grandparents’ graves The largest orange ball I ever saw lingered, staring, sunsetless on the horizon I found myself in a vast tundra snow anonymizing the headstones and realized I would never find them I found myself amid the shrubbery Gazing at a statue Some ode to summer I first thought of Daphne the cruel beckoning of innocence Her regal repose, fully human rump reclining atop a vined column a jump–rope of flora in her hands changed all that I thought of Fragonard Where snow buries graves Here, it was petals of the season accentuating her flowers As white stone escaped from the black barnacles of time in spectacular bare shoulders and graceful arms Oh, gorgeous stomach Oh, flowing, robust curves Oh, folds, enfold me in every part Oh, neck, throbbing with life whose pronounced crook speaks the truth take me
Twinkle
I so wanted to give you all the stars in the deep night sky Those stars God’s already given you
Bellissimo
On a lark found myself in that dark secret restaurant no one goes to I’ll take the soup of the day my vain attempt to avoid extravagance And desert to say farewell to another lovely person Yes, I would like fresh ground pepper to give the soup some kick “’O sole mio” belting out into the well–appointed empty room Spinach–lobster soup Hearty and delicate Plenty of bread with which to dip And something in its craftsmanship Some hidden source of quality Slows me I shift gears Look upon the playing of traffic lights refracting through the beveled glass Lose myself gazing at the Christmas light–encircled tree And savor Dip, dip, dip Savor Reflect Gaze Dip Spoon A bit of lightheadedness some garrulous fullness overtakes me This happens on rare occasions unexpectedly in exotic places That restaurant in Quebec when I became giddy I try to talk to the waiter as he is about to remove my bowl Three times I work my mouth before I get the words out Chocolate sauce for the vanilla pudding with raspberries? They accommodate me with a delicate dribble of chocolate syrup over raspberry sauce atop a ridiculously small mound of pudding and four raspberries Still overcome by the soup I wait Allowing more minutes and traffic to pass till I gently approach the plate I carve out one small sliver and Bomb out in its astonishing taste So, time stands still nibble by nibble Each spoonful an era Regaling in the comradery of each wafting aria And cherish every bit What are those sparkling specks? Perhaps some pixie dust laced in it Now, making it a stranger place, My lips start tingling ten seconds after each taste Is this what life is So jam–packed with goodness that each tiny sliver is a world of foolishness? The timeless moment drags on Confound it; I can’t finish this song I’m too full — Not another bite — Please wrap it up and goodnight